I imagine it every day, how you can just watch

a young soul getting murdered

countless others you have witnessed too

you do not care about us, nor that we have suffered

 

My mind cannot bear it, my body handle it

and yet here you are, you won’t quit

what needs to change so that you can consider it

that you and I, we are not a good fit.

 

You watched us eat dirt and sand

you never aided us, gave us a hand

that is why you are heartless

I don’t know why I didn’t expect anything less.

Poem promo - Heartless

My top 3 previous poems if you feel like reading some more:

Breathless

Colorless

Soundless

 

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